Finkle From Ace Ventura Novels & Stories

His groans were muffled by a whiskey-soaked rag. I leaned against the window, watching dawn bleed into the sky. My hands still trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of the knife. Julia’s blood had dried under my nails. “You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” Valerie said, tossing a peanut at my head. I caught it, crushing it in my palm. “You’re gonna lose a finger if you keep throwing snacks.” Ace walked in, his shirt clinging to the fresh bandages on his torso. His eyes found mine immediately, like a compass needle snapping north. “We need to talk.”

Ace gently took the glass away from me and dropped it on the table. "Gentlemen, meet my wife, Natalie. Natalie, my associates," he introduced, pointing to the men before us. I giggled then waved at them shyly. Ace frowned as he turned to look at me. "Did you drink? Already?" He asked, raising a questioning brow. I giggled again. "No. Maybe. I don't know,"I replied. Ace shook his head as he picked up my wine glass. He examined it a bit then drank its remnants. "This isn't even alcoholic. It's fruit juice, gattina," he sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. I giggled and rested my head against his chest. Ace patted my head gently as he continued his conversation with his associates.

Acting as if he didn't know me all that well, he greeted me stiffly. Almost as if we had come to a tacit agreement, none of us mentioned the whole affair with the canceled engagement. Throughout dinner, Carl kept serving Angela. "Angie, the doctor said you need to avoid spicy food because of your injury," Carl said before shoving the plate of buffalo wings—the only spicy food on the table—toward me. Our eyes met, and he hesitated briefly. Carl knew I couldn't eat spicy food, but he didn't care. Angela was all he cared about.

With unknown confidence, I took another step forward, before lifting my eyes. And right at that moment, I met the shock of my life—a shock that broke every confidence I ever had to face the devil. A shock that had left me frozen right on the spot. Even when I thought I had a bit of confidence for this moment, my confidence seems to have gone down the drain when I lifted my eyes, only to see this man staring intensely at me with a lighted cigarette in between his lips. Although I haven't met him before, his overall aura has proven one thing to me. This was the most-talked-about devil: Vincenzo Ace.

Again, nicer than anything I've ever lived in. A huge truck pulls up beside my little car, and a man hops down, walking toward me with his hands in his pockets. This must be the landlord. Quickly grabbing my purse, I get out of my car. "You must be Violet." He holds his hand out for me to shake. "Ace has told me a lot about you. I'm Fulcher." I just bet he has. "I am, and nice to meet you." I shake his hand confidently. "I'm gonna be real honest with you though, Fulcher. I'm not even a tiny bit sure I can afford what you've got here."

She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room. “ Mom, dad! I will be going out with friends today. But I won't be too late. I promise!” Phelan said in a low, soft voice, facing to the ground off from his father's eye. Standing at the middle of her room's door. “Friends?” Ozouf said, laughing as he moved closer. “You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it”

(FMO)Chapter 19 Annabelle (Goldie And Peter) I stood awkwardly by the side as Ace exchanged pleasantries with the old couple that he took me along with him to see. “Goldie, it's so nice to see you again.” Ace embraced the older lady warmly as she kissed his cheeks.

Ace mumbled. "are you going to make fun of me also?" I asked softly. "why would I make fun of you?" Ace asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know, the nurses in my workplace said I'm a kid for still being a virgin and then they always make fun of me," I said. "do you know their names?" Ace asked. "yes, uhm why?" I asked confusedly. "so I can find them and kill them," Ace said his tone changing from Calm to something else.

I look up at him, my eyes searching his face, he's doing the same and my hand Itch's to touch him. "FUCK!" Ace gets to his feet, nursing the side of his face. "Who the fuck are you!" He says with anger, looking at the driver. "Vanko." He replies with his eyes still on mine. I clear my throat and look at Ace. "I think you better go." I fail to keep the laughter out of my voice. "This isn't over Caddie. Not by a long shot." He gives me the death stare as he jumps in his car and takes off speeding.

I got into the drivers seat, started the car to head on back to the apartment. We entered the building and stepped onto the elevator, after pressing the number for Alis apartment floor. When we stepped out of the elevator, I saw that old woman I bribed to be my fake grandma. "Mrs.Finkleston." I said in surprise. "Hello Dear." said Mrs. Finkleston. She just walked out of her apartment holding a big bag of twinkies. "Thats a lot of Twinkies." Dina said giggling.